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From bed, today was not happening. Everything is tired and sore. A few years ago, there would have been too much to rearrange – power through! Now: send a few emails, half nap, book a massage on the weekend (the kind at a place with some kind of herbal steam room and fruit snacks). Tomorrow could be productive, everything that needs to happen can happen then.

We talk about how much longer in this town. Five months? It seems like a long time.

Five months makes the most sense. Just long enough to wrap everything up, pack everything up. Before it hints at being cold, right around shoulder season.

Mental notes. To avoid buying more random groceries, condiments, variations of oats. That the pants that made their way out of my life yesterday don’t need to be replaced because at this time there is No Need for More Pants.

It’s kind of funny – for the longest continuous residence of this adult life, leaving this one feels the least sad. There are friends, ties, familiarity, but not the sense of leaving something that might be worth staying for. Though the city is familiar it doesn’t have that nostalgic pull. It was not the time of our lives.